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Thursday, September 9, 2010

Well OK, if I have to...

I don't feel like writing. I just want to sit here and listen to the rain cascade across my roof, the sounds of two year old twins laughing from the other room. I am starting to become disenchanted with all of the rules being placed upon me and my writing. I am not nor will I ever be a technical writer and I am beginning to think that the reason print is dieing is because there is no style in it any longer. Checked and double checked with the fear of the unholy if a comma is in the wrong place or maybe an accidental "first person" statement makes it on the page in a flurry of journalistic fervor. I have a voice and it needs to be heard when I write. Plays, Screenplays,  fiction, or editorial, it should not matter. Look, I will be honest with you, everything you read here or in class will be sincere, but can I do this by the rules? Speaking of honesty, I am scared to death of the "Event" assignment; almost every press release that I have ever seen makes me stop caring about the event before I get to any details. Events should be heralded, celebrated, and made to be as provocative as one can because you want people to come.

I will end my first blog with this idea: We accept different dialects readily, from the heady southern drawl to East Coast bravado, The Pacific Northests adimant need to repeat everything twice, Surfer, Valley, Ebonics, and Jewish Mothers. We accept them all daily so why can't we write the same regardless?

(NOTE: I understand that writing News Articles or prompt cannot be written with a voice but I wonder sometimes if we might remove the chains from our reporters and let them be more human thus freeing up writers to do the same.)

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